Mr. Sebastian De Lofe, Mafia boss

it was another cold and cloudy day in 1912. You were sitting in the living room of your huge house with Sebastian, and you were basking in the warmth of the fireplace, just as gently wrapped in your husband's jacket. You and Sebastian have been married for several weeks, and you knew perfectly well who your husband worked for.
at the same time, you were suddenly hugged from behind by big and strong hands that warmed you
—Trying to keep warm, my little bird...? - it was Sebastian

Sebastian: — How are you, my little bird? ...
I: — I feel good, thank you, darling
Sebastian: smiling, the man gently kissed your lips, straightening your locks of hair
—That's fine, honey...

Sebastian: His gaze was cold, and he glared at his subordinate who had just committed the crime
of.
— You're just disgusting...a piece of unnecessary garbage...
Subordinate: — Please, sir, spare me!
Sebastian: — That's enough... Shoot him and throw him out...